my cock, but no one should shock the hell out of a man while in this position.
“What are you doing?” she continues screaming.
“Jerking off,” I tell her, matter-of-factly. Not like I owe her an explanation or anything. I was in here first.
“I didn’t know you were in here,” she cries. “Why didn’t you lock the door?” I thought I did, maybe I didn’t. Oops.
“I forgot?”
“You wanted this to happen, didn’t you?” she continues.
Well, uh, yeah, I want to say, but not against her will. “I was in here alone in the dark. I wasn’t extending an invitation to you,” I tell her.
“Why are you standing against the toilet paper roll?” she asks me.
“Why not?”
“Why are you jerking off in someone else’s house?”
“I’m horny, and there are no bars close by to help settle this issue.”
“You’re disgusting,” she tells me.
“But I’m still horny. What am I supposed to do about that?”
“I…I…” she stutters. “I just…ugh, you are so infuriating.”
“That doesn’t exactly answer my question.”
“Could I please use the bathroom without your man-part positioned where the toilet paper is?”
“Sure, I’ll just take my blue balls back into the other room,” I tell her.
“Blue what?”
This makes me laugh loud enough that I hope I didn’t wake the kid up. “Please tell me you’re kidding.”
“Your…they’re blue?”
Where has this chick been living? I mean, she just got out of a relationship. It seems like she’d have to be muffling her hands over her ears during any sexual encounter not to know what blue balls means.
“No, Miss Sasha. My balls are not blue but right now they hurt like hell…because that’s what happens when a man’s jerking off and he’s suddenly put on pause.”
“Oh,” she says. “Well, I’m sorry for causing you any discomfort.”
“Discomfort is putting it mildly,” I reply. I love how we’re having this discussion in the darkest room I’ve probably ever been in.
“I am sorry,” she says again.
So, I know a way you can make it up to me. I should probably leave the bathroom now. Neither of us are saying a word, and we’re both standing within inches of each other…I think. Along with that, I can take a guess that since she was trying to go to the bathroom, her pants are down, and since I was trying to jerk off, my pants are down. And yet, even with all of this easy access, there is no reason for any of us to have our pants down. Well, except for her needing to take a piss. “Okay, well, I’ll get out of your space now,” I tell her.
I take a step forward, needing to move away from her so I can yank my pants back up, but something obstructs me from going anywhere. You have to be kidding me. “What…what are you…”
CHAPTER TEN
SASHA
TOO MUCH WHISKY. Too, too much whisky. What am I doing? This isn’t very lady-like. It definitely isn’t very Sasha-like. I feel bad, though. I didn’t mean to cause him pain. I can assume there’s only one way to ease the pain so, yeah, that still isn’t a good reason for my hand to be on his—holy moly this thing is enormous! This would not fit where I may have considered it fitting. Landon was very petite in that area. Very…like, he was ashamed of it and told me a number of times that he couldn’t shower in a men’s locker room for fear of what would happen. I’m not sure I understand that part, though.
“Sasha, you don’t have to do this,” he growls through a soft moan.
“I know,” I whisper. My hand hardly fits around the width of this beast, and I wonder if that matters. Probably not. The lower half of his body is grinding into my hand and clearly, he’s enjoying what I’m doing. It’s weird that I’m sitting on the toilet with my pants down by my ankles, and I’m pleasuring a man at the same time. I am out of my mind right now. I should stop. How did this even happen? A half glass of Jack does not cause this type of mistake. This isn’t a mistake.
Part of me is even crazy enough to consider myself jealous that he gets to feel all the good parts. Well, I suppose what I’m feeling isn’t a bad part, but…
“You aren’t as innocent as you pretend to be, are you?” he mutters.
“Shh,” I tell him. Yes, I am! This isn’t me. I want to say that out loud, but that’s weird. I don’t do things like